The Upside

Before the virus
man lived like a monologue
long and tedious, without a pause;
walked and walked, never to look back.

Then the unscheduled darkness
and its scary hand of shades
forced the commas and semicolons,
folded the race into matchbox.

The fear of the tiny evil
masked the apathy,
let sparrows to come out of the hedge,
and our earth opened all its petals.

Probal Basak, 31, an allumni of IIMC, New Delhi, India started his career as a journalist, who worked with Press Trust of India, Business Standard reporting mostly on socio-political issues. He now writes poems both in English and Bengali (mother tongue). Read other articles by Probal.